Lacy Euphoria

🔞 Adults 18+. MDNI. Fictional fanwork using names fictitiously for entertainment. Not real, endorsed, affiliated, or a claim of real events. All romantic and sexual content is between consenting adults. Please consume fiction with media literacy intact.

Wooyoung had been talking shit since the afterparty.

He was good at it too. Wooyoung could turn any room into his room within minutes, pulling strangers into conversations, teasing his members until they threatened to expose him on livestream, and flirting so openly that nobody could tell when he meant it. Tonight, he had spent the entire party leaning across you to steal drinks from your hand, whispering shameless suggestions into your ear, and telling anyone who would listen that you could never keep up with him.

You finally looked Wooyoung directly in the eyes and told him, “You’re all mouth.”

His members had gone silent for exactly two seconds before the table erupted. Wooyoung laughed louder than everyone, but the look he gave you across his glass promised the argument was not over.

He waited until you were alone inside the hotel suite to bring it up again. The door closed behind him, and Wooyoung leaned against it with his hands in his pockets, still wearing the dark trousers and open-collared shirt from the party. “Say it again,” he told you, smiling like he had already won.

You placed your purse on the table and took your time removing your earrings. “I said a lot tonight.”

“You said I was all mouth.” Wooyoung pushed away from the door and followed you farther into the suite. “Everybody heard you.”

“That was the point.”

He laughed, catching your waist when you tried to pass him. “You love embarrassing me.”

“You don’t get embarrassed. You think attention is a vitamin.”

“And you keep feeding me.” Wooyoung lowered his mouth to your ear, his voice still carrying that playful confidence everyone knew. “Now say it again.”

You turned inside his arms and looked up at him. “You’re all mouth, Wooyoung.”

His grin widened. “Good. I wanted to make sure I heard you correctly before I proved you wrong.”

Wooyoung kissed you with the same boldness he brought to everything else, one hand at the back of your neck while the other pulled your body against his. You tasted liquor and the mint he had chewed in the elevator, but beneath both was the familiar hunger that had been building between you all evening. When he bit your lower lip, you caught the front of his shirt and bit him back.

“Careful,” he said, laughing against your mouth. “You’re starting something you’ve already admitted you can’t finish.”

“I admitted no such thing.”

Wooyoung walked you backward toward the bed, but he stopped before your legs reached it. The hand at your neck softened, and his attention settled fully on your face. “Same rules?”

“Yellow slows everything down. Red stops everything. Two taps if I can’t talk.” You held his gaze and added, “I’m green.”

“That’s my favorite color.”

Wooyoung sat on the edge of the bed and drew you between his knees. He kissed your stomach through your dress, then turned you before pulling you across his lap. The position made you laugh until he lifted your skirt and dragged your panties down to your thighs.

“You still think I’m all mouth?” Wooyoung asked as his palm moved over your bare ass.

“You haven’t proven otherwise.”

The first slap stole the amusement from your voice. Heat spread beneath his hand, followed by the slow stroke of his palm. Wooyoung watched your body carefully, reading the way your thighs shifted and your back arched before giving you another.

“That one sounded convincing,” he said.

“You hit like somebody worried about his manicure.”

Wooyoung laughed and struck you harder. Your body jerked across his lap, but his arm remained secure around your waist. He soothed the sting before his palm landed again, alternating between sharp slaps and slow touches until your skin felt hot.

“Color?” Wooyoung asked, slipping his hand between your thighs.

“Green.”

“Still talking shit?”

“Always.”

His fingers slid through your wetness, and his laugh became unbearably satisfied. “Your pussy disagrees.”

Wooyoung pushed two fingers inside you while you were still lying across his lap. The angle made each curl feel deeper, forcing a broken sound from you when he found the place that made your legs tense. He kept one arm around your waist and fucked you with his fingers, refusing to let you move away from the pleasure.

“You said I was all mouth,” he reminded you, adding his thumb to your clit. “But my hands have you dripping on my trousers.”

“You’re going to ruin them.”

“I’ll send the cleaning bill to you.”

Your answer dissolved when Wooyoung curled his fingers again. He kept talking, praising how wet you were and laughing whenever you tried to push back against his hand. The pleasure built beneath the lingering heat of his palm until your fingers gripped the hotel sheets.

“You’re close already,” Wooyoung said, circling your clit faster. “Come on my fingers and tell me again how I can’t keep up.”

The orgasm rolled through you before you could form another insult. Your thighs shook around his wrist while your pussy clenched his fingers, and Wooyoung continued stroking you until your body went soft across his lap. He removed his hand slowly, then brought his wet fingers to his mouth.

You looked over your shoulder as he sucked them clean. “That doesn’t prove you aren’t all mouth.”

“You’re committed to losing this argument.” Wooyoung helped you stand, then turned you toward the full-length mirror beside the wardrobe. “I respect that.”

He removed your dress and bra while you watched his reflection. Your panties followed, leaving you naked in front of the glass while Wooyoung remained dressed behind you. He kissed the curve of your shoulder, but his hands were already directing yours upward.

“Arms above your head,” he said.

You placed your palms against the mirror. Wooyoung watched you for a moment, then took a condom from his wallet and opened his trousers. The sight of his cock in the reflection made you shift your stance, and he noticed immediately.

“You keep looking at my mouth,” Wooyoung teased as he rolled on the condom. “My dick is lower.”

“You really never stop talking.”

“You love my voice.”

“I tolerate it because you’re pretty.”

Wooyoung caught your throat from behind, drawing your body back against his chest. His grip remained loose while his mouth hovered beside your ear. “Color?”

“Green.”

He bent you forward slightly without letting your hands leave the mirror. The head of his cock slid through your wetness, lingering at your entrance until you pushed back impatiently.

“Ask for it,” Wooyoung said.

“Fuck me.”

“Nicely.”

“Wooyoung, if you don’t put your dick inside me, I’m going downstairs and finding somebody less exhausting.”

He pushed into you with one hard stroke. Your palms slipped against the mirror as your pussy stretched around him, and Wooyoung laughed at the sound you made. He gave you a moment to adjust before drawing almost completely out and filling you again.

“There,” he said, gripping your hip. “Now who talks too much?”

“You, still.”

His palm cracked across your ass. Wooyoung began fucking you harder, watching your reflection while your breasts moved with every thrust. When your arms started to lower, he caught both wrists and held them together above your head with one hand.

“Keep them there,” he told you. “You wanted to challenge me. Don’t lose your nerve now.”

His other hand returned to your throat. He held you by the wrists and neck while his hips drove forward, every movement controlled despite the force behind it. Your eyes met his in the mirror, and Wooyoung smiled when he felt your pussy tighten around him.

“You like seeing yourself take it,” he said, moving his hand from your throat long enough to slap your ass again. “Look at you.”

You watched because he told you to. Wooyoung’s shirt hung open, his hair still styled from the party while he fucked you in front of the glass with none of the careful distance he maintained around cameras. He never stopped being himself. He was still loud, shameless, and pleased with his own effect on you. The only difference was that nobody else could hear everything he was saying.

When Wooyoung’s fingers reached around your hip and found your clit, your knees nearly folded. He held you upright with his body and worked you in quick circles without changing the rhythm of his cock.

“Wooyoung,” you gasped, your arms straining above your head.

“What happened to all that attitude?”

“I still have it.”

“Then come with it.”

Your second orgasm hit with his hand around your throat and your eyes fixed on his reflection. Your pussy pulsed around his cock while he kept filling you, drawing every wave out until your palms slid down the mirror. Wooyoung caught you around the waist and carried you toward the bed before your legs could fail.

He expected you to lie back. Instead, you pushed Wooyoung onto the mattress and climbed over him.

His eyebrows lifted. “Feeling brave again?”

“You haven’t won yet.”

You lowered yourself onto his cock before he could answer. Wooyoung’s head fell back against the pillows, and for the first time all night, you stole several seconds of silence from him. You planted your hands against his chest and began riding him, rolling your hips slowly enough to make his jaw tighten.

“There,” you said, borrowing his satisfaction. “That finally shut you up.”

Wooyoung’s hands settled on your hips. “Enjoy it while it lasts.”

He let you control the pace until you became greedy, taking him faster as your thighs began to burn. Then Wooyoung grabbed your waist and thrust upward, knocking the breath from you. One hand slid from your hip to your throat as he pulled you down against his chest.

“You wanted the last word,” he said, holding your gaze while his hips struck upward. “Earn it.”

You rode him harder, meeting every thrust while his hand remained warm around your throat. Wooyoung used his other arm to pin both of yours behind your back, keeping you against him as he fucked up into you. The position left you unable to brace yourself, forced to feel every deep stroke and every small shift of his grip.

Your third orgasm began low and sharp. Wooyoung recognized it before you spoke, releasing your arms so he could rub your clit.

“Come again,” he said against your mouth. “Then tell me who couldn’t keep up.”

Your body broke around him. You came with your forehead against his, your pussy clenching so tightly that Wooyoung lost his rhythm. He held your throat without squeezing as his own release caught him, then buried himself deep and came with your name leaving his mouth.

You collapsed across his chest, both of you breathing hard while the air conditioner hummed beside the window. Wooyoung loosened his hand immediately and stroked your neck before kissing the place his fingers had rested.

After disposing of the condom, he returned with water and a warm cloth. Wooyoung cleaned you carefully, checked your wrists and the heat across your ass, then climbed beneath the covers and pulled you against him.

“Anything hurt wrong?” he asked, massaging your thighs.

“No.” You rested your head against his shoulder. “Everything feels good.”

Wooyoung kissed your temple, smugness already returning to his face. “So we agree I’m not all mouth.”

You let him enjoy the victory while his hand moved lazily over your back. His eyes had nearly closed when you lifted your head and kissed his jaw.

“Again,” you said.

Wooyoung stared at you for one stunned second before his laughter filled the entire suite.

You smiled and settled back against the pillows, satisfied that the last word still belonged to you.